I think it’s flowers
Instead of stars on cunning honeyed feed
I wish you would come home
And want me
White paint on field

Curtains gather awkwardly
Jessica, please call me
I wish you would come home
And want me
White paint on field

And I could sit here forever
And will you to appear
She ride in circles
Petunia

Clouds at my feet
And I stand on stone
Squint into the sun
As she swims through my arms
I wish you would come home
And want me
White paint on field

And I sit here forever
And will you to appear
She ride in circles
Petunia
My belly full of lungs
My lungs full of eyes
Dogs tear something to pieces
Petunia
And I could sit here forever
And will you to appear
She ride in circles
Petunia
My belly full of lungs
My lungs full of eyes
Dogs tear something to pieces
Petunia

Clouds at my feet
And stand on stone
Squint into the sun
As she swims through my arms